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At that time, it was customary for my friends and me to socialize in the pub at weekends and later go on to a party at a friend’s house. One night, my brother Paul, his girlfriend Sîan, Rick, a friend of ours, and I went to Matthew’s house in St Margarets, a quiet part of town close to the river Thames. Matthew was a friend of my brother’s and I had not met him before. I knew very little about him except that his mother had been a heroin addict and had died in the house, and his father had recently died of a heart attack.

It was a small Victorian terraced house. We all sat in the front room and put on some modern rock-type music that was popular at that time. Sîan, Paul, Rick and I sat on the sofa opposite the fireplace, which had a mirror hanging over it.

Within about half an hour the atmosphere began to feel a little tense, slightly chaotic. The boys started arguing over the music. Then suddenly I started to feel a pressure on my chest. I looked up into the mirror and instead of seeing the four of us on the sofa, I saw two old ladies, a white-haired man in his fifties, who I presumed was Matthew’s father, and a woman I did not recognize. This startled me. Then Sîan started to complain of the same kind of symptoms.

The music on the sound system supernaturally transformed itself into the organ music that you would hear on the old black-and-white horror movies of the 1930s. The next moment Sîan and I had both been pinned up against the wall by an invisible force. The pressure on my chest was excruciating and I thought I was about to suffer a heart attack. I held on to Rick’s hand and my fingerprints came out on his flesh as if I had burnt him with my hand! Then the plates in the kitchen started to smash on the floor, the windows and doors started to open and close and we all began to scream!

I had very little understanding of what to do under these unusual circumstances, as I had never been attacked by a poltergeist before, so I just thought I should summon the angelic beings to help! I prayed to God and to God’s protecting angels, my guides and ancestors... From the moment I began to pray and concentrated my focus on calling upon God, the music stopped and the dark atmosphere that had entered the room disappeared. As the mood lightened, Sîan and I settled back down into the sofa. Everyone laughed hysterically and then pretended nothing had happened!

Later I asked Matthew if he had ever experienced anything like this before. He said he had, just after his father had died. During the night he had sometimes felt something get in the bed with him and on occasions throw him out.

The following week I went to my class and told Gillian about this encounter. She lit a candle for the spirits of the dead that had been trapped in the house and suggested that some kind of poltergeist, possibly non-human, was living off the life force of human souls. She believed that we had gathered enough energy for it to manifest its powers. Since I had been able to banish it from the front room and prevent it attacking us, she suggested I go back and check out what it wanted and examine the history of the house for any clues as to what it could be.

The following weekend I went back, this time during the afternoon, rather than at night. I felt I was being watched, but the poltergeist did not come close. I located the spirits of the two old ladies in the main bedroom upstairs. They were earthbound and afraid. I tried in my naïve inexperienced way to rescue them, but they felt trapped and I certainly did not have the power to help them move on.

After my invocation to release the old ladies, I heard plates being smashed in the kitchen. There was nobody in there and the moment I walked into the kitchen, it stopped.

The next moment, a loud bang came from the bathroom. Matthew went running upstairs to find out what had happened. Water was leaking all over the floor and the clothes from the airing cupboard had been thrown down the stairs.

I realized that this situation was bigger than I could cope with and left as fast as I could, yet I knew that from the time the force had attacked me, it had been aware of some kind of protection that I had so it never came too close.

Later that night, we were in the local pub and I asked Matthew for a little history of the house and his family. Matthew and two of his friends who had been living with him all said that they had been feeling unwell, tired and headachy, and one complained of being thrown out of bed. All that Matthew knew about the house was that his family had lived there for about 10 years, his mother had died at home and his father had died of a heart attack just a few months ago. They had bought the house from two old sisters. One had died in the house and the other had sold the property before going into a nursing home. The family had always felt the house seemed a little strange, but Matthew himself had not noticed anything different until his father had died.

I returned to my class the following week and Gillian suggested that I meet a friend who had been involved in soul rescue work for many years. This was Terry. I met him during a weekend workshop he was running for Gillian’s students on psychic protection and asked if he would come and investigate the St Margarets poltergeist.

The investigation of the property suggested it was built over an underground stream. There are a lot of waterways in St Margarets, as it is so close to the river. In addition the area had been recorded as a plague pit site from the Great Plague of London.

The psychic activity in the house had been aggravated by Matthew’s grief for his parents and by his own psychic energy. The poltergeist that had lived in the property had probably been active for many years, but had used Matthew as a doorway into this world.

This was my first lesson with a poltergeist and the power of my own faith and prayer. Terry visited the house and released the spirits of the dead, who were all willing to leave. We left the spirit force that lived under the house to return to the land.

After blessing the house and cleansing the main negative spots, which were in the kitchen and the front room, Terry sealed the energy with crystals to stop the poltergeist from entering the house and affecting the physical world. Shortly afterwards, Matthew decided it would be a good idea to sell up and move on...

This encounter was the beginning of my relationship with Terry. We made our connection through our spiritual interests and I began my initiation into soul rescue work with him. Since then we have travelled across the world and visited hundreds of homes, sites and ancient places, releasing the souls of the dead and healing the Earth.